Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.

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O castle of Montanges, it was my fate to know you! My poor mother who has no one else but me!

She shares my feelings, I hers more than my own, for her least happiness gives me greater consolation. Captivity does not trouble me but the loyalty I discovered does. My poor mother who has no one else but me!

My suffering does not bother me, pleasure I avoid, I’m content to be in prison for such a worthy cause. Oh castle, I suffer to find myself inside you only for the sake of my mother who has no one else but me!

I know unhappiness in you through my terrible fate, not because of fearing death nor for any care for myself: yet I do feel wretched to find myself inside you for my unhappy mother who has no one else but me!

And my loss doesn’t matter to me since the justness of the cause consoles me, but it does indeed grieve me that I wasn’t able to do as I should. I wished to die before my conqueror. My poor mother who has no one else but me.

He does not die who seeks death for his memory lives on, for in death is glory, it is living that causes confusion. Since I loved so openly I would die if I deserved it. My poor mother who has no one else but me.

So that he who burns and suffers from love, if he is discreet, to achieve such secrecy it must be hidden from himself; for now or ever I never came across a secret love. My poor mother who has no one else but me.